—George “Babe” Ruth C harity tried to keep the Babe’s motto in the front of her mind as she drove through the Seattle traffic. She wasn’t a big baseball fan, but come on, everyone loved the Babe. In her mind was the fact that Sekijima hadn’t given up. And Daniel never would. There was no way for anything to end between the two men that didn’t involve bloodshed. “Where are you, Justine?” “Following the Mercedes. It’s turned into a warehouse area. I’m sending you the GPS coordinates. I’m going to have to drop back or I’ll be spotted.” Charity received the GPS coordinates in her BlackBerry. The navigational system automatically spit out three different courses she could take. She chose the most direct. “I’m en route.” “Where’s Anna?” “She took Amanda to lockup,” Charity said. “Amanda?”
